The Solitude of Man
I stand within the confines of a solitary land
I watch the human spirit as it leaves another man
There is no mere exsistance in this land of solitude
The Gods look down upon them as useless destitudes
Why do we forsake them in the hour of their needs
Let no man among us procure their evil deeds
We as mortal men cannot recieve the blame
For those who kneel beneath us are made of sorrow and shame
Justice was passed upon their wickedness
Their is no true emotion among their bitterness
They are here because of acts all of which are true
Remember life was taken because of ones like you
We here who walk this land, are Keepers of the Gate
They must rely on us to ensure they have a fate
Omega the archer
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to those who work day in and day out in dangerous
enviroments where the most dangerous of people are kept.
Birth sign: Not entered
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